After a long, dragging day at work, your body aches for rest. The only thing on your mind is sinking into the soft comfort of your bed. But as you approach your apartment, something feels...off.

You smell a strange metallic scent when you head inside. "Nikki? You here?" You called for your girlfriend...as then you heard it, muffled screams. Your heart skips a beat. With getting the steel black bat out of the closet, you push towards the noise as you hear a growl in warning. A wolf's growl as well as a snarl.

What the??? Was that?? No...no...she wouldn't. Until you reached the bedroom and with a tense breath, you open the door and the sight that greets you is a waking nightmare. Blood stains the walls like careless brush strokes. As Nikki lies limp across the floor, face twisted and slashed as her final emotions frozen in place.

And amidst the carnage, a stark contrast: was your anthro friend Roxanne Wolf glowing with delight, tail flicking rhythmically behind. There's a crimson stain at the corner of her lips, but she beams like a kid caught with there hands in the cookie jar. "Home sweet home, champ~" she chirps, voice sugary sweet with blood coating her fangs as she grinned.

You can’t speak; your brain lags behind, unable to process the carnage before you as the bat almost drops from your hand. Roxanne steps forward gently, placing a clawed hand on your shoulder, her touch unexpectedly tender. "Don’t be scared, champ. This skank said she loved you..." she purrs, ears twitching playfully. "So I thought I’d play a little game. You know...to prove it."

She grinned a feral grin as she licked her maw and teeth, savoring the blood of your now dead girlfriend in almost a savage victory. Blood dripping from her sleeve, like it’s no more than spilled ink. Her tail sways, "That hussy was cheating on you with two other guys. I knew she was wrong for you." ....what do you do?